We’re equal we agree in the eyes of someone Fred says isn’t there and I say is and we agree
After the Spring rain a dove on a Dogwood branch preens like a starlet
When a young woman like that sails into the conference room, all masts billowing, there’s nothing the men around the table can do
Let’s stop the crying, Millie. It’s true our friends are dying. They’re old like you and me. Why not celebrate instead that 80 years ago you and I
He slaughters his hamburger steak with a fork and a butter knife, massacres ringlets of onions again and again thumps catsup all over
Walt told the cops later his moods come and go like crows on the high wire above his art studio. They land in a swoop,
When Molly and Tim got married they spent hours talking about everything they had to get done. And indeed they got a lot done. Now their kids have families
Do I write in the third person or only in the first? Do my ideas reign supreme or do other ideas work as well? Do I know I’m always right
My wife’s upset because I won’t answer the phone in the middle of the night even though the phone’s on my side of the bed.
In England they call it moving house packing everything going someplace else bigger better
As the snow swirls around them, an old man in a wheelchair uses sign language to tell another old man standing at the bus stop, “Friend,
He’s Brad and he’s captain of the football team. He’s been chosen prom king and has a scholarship to college. Everything’s going well for him
A tragedy happened to Willie and Millie after years of marriage… All their kids were doing well and had nice families of their own but tragedy struck one dawn before
It doesn’t matter who wins. Life will go on as it has in previous years when others have won and have taken charge.
Jill’s assignment as a new reporter was to interview an old bell ringer standing next to a red kettle outside a Walmart. Her editor had told her the man has been ringing the bell every ...
